Before I embark on my journey of blogging about trouble, I have an Easter Update first. I made a video yesterday about my Easter, and it was the first video with an intro. I made the intro, I kind of liked it, but after reading what Caycee and Creapo had to say about it, I kind of, sort of LOVE it now. The audio is always messed up in my videos though, I need to work on it.
Now; the thing with trouble.
I seem to always find myway into trouble. Or maybe trouble finds me? Either way, trouble and I are like a disfunctional couple- I want nothing to do with him, but he wants everthing to do with me!
Don't get me wrong, it's not like just today I've been experiencing trouble, but the past Spring Break as well. But, we don't have time for all of that, so I'll just talk about today.
I woke up and my mom opened the door to my room to let Milo in. Little did I know that she was actually in my room when I mumbled,"Ergh, Milo get the fuck out.." She didn't say anything about it, but believe me, it will come back to bite me.
Then, I finally got up and decided to call Tiffany. We were talking then Chanel asked for Chapter Questions. So I said bye to Tiffany for now, so I could work on them before my shower. So I finished the questions, and I went to get the phone to call Tiffany. There was no dial tone. Okay, I hung up and tried again. Nope. No dial tone. THERE IS STILL NO FREAKING DIAL TONE. And I know my mom probably tried to call me, and they're going to be pissed and not listen to me when I say that I have no idea why it's like that. Because, it's always my fault, and I always get in trouble.
I realized something during the Chapter Question frenzi as well. I could maybe be finding my way to trouble with all the plagerizing being done. However, when I think about it, either way I'm in trouble. Either I don't do them on my own, and copy, and get in trouble for that. Or I do them on my own, totally give up, and I'm in trouble again! Lose, fucking lose.
And, I drank a lot of coffee this morning. Dad says,"One cup a day!" but I digress. I drank maybe four cups, and didn't eat anything. MY STOMACH IS KILLING ME! Literally, KILLING me. This sucks.
Finally, as I come to a close, I would like to warn everyone about trouble. He is not to be messed with. Once he finds you, he's captures your scent, and you never get away. If you are experiencing intense trouble, feel free to talk about it with me. I come to find that letting this all out makes me feel better. That's all.
Now; the thing with trouble.
I seem to always find myway into trouble. Or maybe trouble finds me? Either way, trouble and I are like a disfunctional couple- I want nothing to do with him, but he wants everthing to do with me!
Don't get me wrong, it's not like just today I've been experiencing trouble, but the past Spring Break as well. But, we don't have time for all of that, so I'll just talk about today.
I woke up and my mom opened the door to my room to let Milo in. Little did I know that she was actually in my room when I mumbled,"Ergh, Milo get the fuck out.." She didn't say anything about it, but believe me, it will come back to bite me.
Then, I finally got up and decided to call Tiffany. We were talking then Chanel asked for Chapter Questions. So I said bye to Tiffany for now, so I could work on them before my shower. So I finished the questions, and I went to get the phone to call Tiffany. There was no dial tone. Okay, I hung up and tried again. Nope. No dial tone. THERE IS STILL NO FREAKING DIAL TONE. And I know my mom probably tried to call me, and they're going to be pissed and not listen to me when I say that I have no idea why it's like that. Because, it's always my fault, and I always get in trouble.
I realized something during the Chapter Question frenzi as well. I could maybe be finding my way to trouble with all the plagerizing being done. However, when I think about it, either way I'm in trouble. Either I don't do them on my own, and copy, and get in trouble for that. Or I do them on my own, totally give up, and I'm in trouble again! Lose, fucking lose.
And, I drank a lot of coffee this morning. Dad says,"One cup a day!" but I digress. I drank maybe four cups, and didn't eat anything. MY STOMACH IS KILLING ME! Literally, KILLING me. This sucks.
Finally, as I come to a close, I would like to warn everyone about trouble. He is not to be messed with. Once he finds you, he's captures your scent, and you never get away. If you are experiencing intense trouble, feel free to talk about it with me. I come to find that letting this all out makes me feel better. That's all.
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